Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2007 12:44:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Longings," Chapter 2

As the months went on, I was glad to see that Mom was getting over her
sadness that my dad was no longer there.  But every time Brian or I fucked
her, she seemed to go into a trance and call us Harry, her husband.  She
obviously continued to long for him.  Even when she watched Brian and I
fucking or sucking each other, she seemed to think I was her husband.

One night while she was watching us, she said rather casually, "I've always
loved watching you sucking cock, Harry."

I was stunned.  Could it be that my dad also loved man to man sex?  Why
didn't I know?  Why didn't he give me some sign?  He knew that Brian and I
were living together and probably having sex.  Why didn't I know?"

The next day when I returned home from work, I found Mom lying on the sofa
watching a soap opera.  As usual, she was pumping her dildo in and out of
her cunt.  She was like a child with a security blanket.

"Look at that gorgeous man on the screen, Toby," she said.  "Doesn't he
remind you of your father?  He's so beautiful.  That woman is talking so
mean to him.  I wish I could reach out and slap her face."

"I'm sure glad you like that dildo I bought for you," I said.  "It's a lot
like Dad's, isn't it?"

"Exactly like your father's"

I had to find out for sure.  "Mom, would Dad have liked that dildo?"

"I'm sure he would have."

"I imagine it would feel good up his ass," I said.

"Yes," she said, "but probably not as good as the real thing."

"Did he like the real thing, Mom?"

"Well, of course.  Don't we all."

I had to ask the question.  "Mom, did Dad fuck around with other guys?"

"Yes, a little.  But never in my presence.  I could never understand why he
liked to do that, until I was with you and Brian that night.  I realized
then what a wonderful thing it was.  If I'd only known while your father
was alive, and told him I understood, I'm sure he would have allowed me to
be a part of it."

"Dad knew I was having a sexual relationship with Brian.  But he never
objected to it.  Did he ever express any interest in doing something with
me, his son?"

"Oh, yes.  But he was afraid you'd think badly of him if he approached you.
He often talked about what a beautiful body you have and what a hot looking
cock you have."

"Damn," I said.  "I never knew.  If I had, I would have encouraged him.  As
you know, he had a body to die for.  I remember once when he came in to say
goodnight to me while I was in high school.  He stood next to my bed in all
his nakedness and his hard cock was only inches from my face.  If only I
had had nerve enough to take it into my mouth, he would have known it was
all right.  If only I had realized that his standing there with his hard
cock in my face was the hint he was trying to give me.  Damn."

"Oh, sweetheart, there were so many things we didn't know when we were
younger.  I can see you're hard now.  Step over here and put it between my
lips."

I dropped my pants and knelt before her.  As she took hold of my penis, she
said, "Oh, Harry, such beautiful meat."  She tickled the tip of my cock
with her tongue.

I said, "Does it ever bother you that you are sucking on a cock that's been
up another guy's ass?"

"That makes it even better, Harry.


One afternoon, we received a letter that my Grandpa Carter was coming for a
visit.  Grandma and died several months before, and Grandpa was lonely
living alone so far away from me, his only grandson.  His loneliness was
compounded by the death of his son, Harry.

He arrived with baggage in hand, and we got him settled in the guest room
at the back of the house.

Mom had gone out that afternoon, and Grandpa and I and Brian sat in the
living room chatting.  As soon as we sat down, Grandpa said, "And who is
this young man?"

"I'm sorry.  This is Brian.  He's my . . . my partner.  We share the
bedroom right next to yours."

"Oh, that's nice," Grandpa said.  "When I was in college, I had a roommate
and I enjoyed the company.  We dated the same girl for awhile.  Then we had
separate girlfriends.  When we'd come home after out dates, we used to
compare notes and talk about it for a long time before we went to sleep.
Of course, after hearing about each other's time with our dates, we had to
. . . you know . . . take care of things, if you know what I mean."

"Take care of things?" I asked.

"Sure.  Jerk the old dick.  You know how it is with young horny fellas."

"Yeah, we know how it is."

"After a hot date," Grandpa said, "It's nice to have someone to tell about
it.  I'm sure you guys have plenty of those conversations."

"We sure do, Grandpa."

"And it's not bad jerking the old dick afterwards, too, if you know what I
mean."

"Grandpa, Brian and I aren't any different than you were.  We talk about
sex a lot at night, just like you did, and we jerk our dicks, as you put
it, a lot."

Grandpa smiled.  "I suppose you both have girlfriends.  I've heard that
girls put out pretty freely these days.  Not like when I was a youngster.
You had to do some fast talking in those days."

"Yeah, they do put out pretty freely today.  We've had no trouble with
that."

"Well you're a couple of good looking guys.  I don't doubt you had no
trouble."

I had the urge to set the record straight, but wasn't sure how Grandpa
would take it.  "Brian and I don't have girlfriends at the moment.  We
. . . I mean . . . we kind of prefer each other's company nowadays."

"I know what you mean.  Women get a little too demanding sometimes, and
jerking your own dick sometimes does a lot better.  If you'll pardon me for
saying it, I find I can control what I'm doing when I'm doing it myself.
Don't have to worry about satisfying her all the time."

"That's right, Grandpa.  By the way, I want to tell you how sorry I am that
Grandma passed away.  She was the best."

He dropped his head and said, "Yeah, she was the best.  Don't mean to shock
you, but our bedroom activity went on right up to the end.  This old fart
could still get it up pretty good."

"Well," I said, "Perhaps someday you'll find someone else."

"Maybe.  But in the meantime, jerking the old dick will have to do.  I do
still miss diddling her, though."

I thought I would take a real chance and say something.  "Grandpa, it looks
like we all like to jerk our dicks, as you put it, while talking about
. . . you know . . . with other guys.  Maybe you could join Brian and me
some night in our room and tell us about some of your experiences."

"Hey, that would be nice.  It'd be like old times."

"Did you ever jerk your dick with Dad, your son?"  I suddenly thought I was
going too far.

"Only once.  And that was when he was a youngster and I was giving him the
fatherly talk about sex.  I could see he was hard and I asked him right out
if he'd ever jerked his dick.  He said no, so I showed him how.  I never
did it with him again, but I did walk in on him a few times after that.
And as I remember, he walked in on me a few times.  Wasn't a problem,
though.  I was proud to see, though, that he had developed a great sized
dick that any woman would love.  He never said, but I often wondered if he
jerked his dick with his friends.

"I'm sure he did, Grandpa.  All guys like to jerk their dicks with other
guys."

"Did my son . . . I mean your dad ever give you the fatherly talk about
sex?"

"I'm afraid not.  But I learned pretty fast on my own.  And a school friend
taught me how to jerk off."

Grandpa looked around.  "Hey, where's your Mom.  Can't wait to see her
again.  I was always happy she married my son.  That marriage turned out to
be a winner, as I'm sure you know.  No one could love him like she did.  Is
she still as pretty as she always was?  I'll tell you a secret.  I always
thought she had the prettiest tits I'd ever seen, even though I never saw
them uncovered.  Hope you don't mind my language.  I figure you're old
enough to handle it."

I laughed.  "Grandpa, I probably know some words you never heard of."

"He leaned forward and winked.  "You'll have to fill me in.  You get old
and the world leaves you behind sometimes.

"Yes, she is still pretty, and so are her tits.  But Dad's death has been
tough on her.  She sometimes thinks I'm him."

"That's too bad.  It's been awhile, and maybe she should start looking
around.  Start dating again.  She's still young.  It's not right for a
young woman to be without . . . you know . . . some regular sex.

When Mom returned from her shopping, she dropped her packages and threw her
arms around Grandpa and pressed her body hard against his.  "I'm no glad to
see you again.  How long will you be staying?"

"Well, as long as you want me.  Now that I'm retired, and without Marion, I
don't have much else to do."

As they parted, I noticed his hand sweeping deftly over one her tits.
"Good to see you again, Mary," he said.  "I hope we can spend some time
together while I'm here."


That night, after we all went to bed, Brian said, "Why don't you go in and
ask him to come and join us.  You know, he said he'd be glad to do that."

I knocked on his door and stepped in.  Grandpa was lying naked on the top
of the covers with a huge hard-on.  He looked startled.  I knew he was
about to jack off.

"Why don't you come on into our room so we can do that together.  You know,
for old times sake."

He smiled and jumped off the bed.  He followed me into our room.  He was
only in his mid-sixties, but had a nice trim and firm body like a man much
younger.

Brian and I stripped off our jockey shorts, and the three of us stretched
out on our backs on the king-sized bed, with Grandpa between us.

"Would you like to watch a really good porno flick, Grandpa?"

"Never seen one before," he said.  "But there's always a first time for
everything."

I turned the DVD on.  All three of us lay there holding onto our hard
penises.  Grandpa's cock was longer and fatter than Brian's and mine.  His
huge ball sack lay on the bed between his legs.  It looked so good.  He
stared wide-eyed at the screen while a woman was getting fucked doggy-style
and sucking the cock of another man standing in front of her.  Then the man
getting sucked pulled out and shot his cum all over her face.  At the same
time the man who was fucking her pulled out shot all over her back.  I
noticed Grandpa starting to stroke his cock and looking almost oblivious to
the presence of Brian and me.

We all stroked slowly, and the video ended before any of us came.

"What did you think, Grandpa?  Does it take you back."

"Wow.  It sure does."

"Did you ever in your life get involved in a threesome like that"

"Oh, sure.  Many times."

"Why don't you tell us about it while we're jerking our dicks.  Just like
you and your roommate did."

As we all stroked, I could tell Grandpa was getting hotter and hotter.  He
told us about the most bizarre sexual encounters I'd ever heard of.  Some
of his experiences involved sex with several married couples at the same
time.

"It was really hot," he said, "fucking another man's wife while he looked
on.  And I even saw some of those husbands sucking off each other while I
fucked their wives."

"What did you think when you saw two guys sucking each other off?"

"Fucking hot, boy."

"Did you ever try it?"

"Nope."

"Maybe you should sometime," I said.  "A man's got to experience all that
sex has to offer."

"Don't know if I could."

I took another chance when I said, "You know, Brian and I have done it."

"You have?"  Grandpa's eyes were wide as saucers.

"Would you mind if we showed you?"

"Fuck no.  Do what you want."

I climbed over him and lay next to Brian.  As I did so, my hard cock
dragged across Grandpa's penis and his hand.  I scooted down between
Brian's legs and took his cock in my mouth.  Grandpa's mouth fell open as I
sucked for several minutes.

I pulled off and looked at him.  "Have you ever had your cock sucked?"

"Well, yeah.  By women."

"It's better done by a man," I said as I moved my head over and took his
raging hard penis into my mouth.  He closed his eyes and moaned.

"Does that feel good," I asked.

"Oh , yeah.  Real good."

I sucked for awhile and pulled off when I thought he was about to cum.  I
returned to Brian and sucked him off until he came.  When I pulled off, I
opened my mouth so Grandpa could see the load of Brian's cum inside.

"Grandpa," I said, "Do you know what I would love more than anything right
now?  I'd love for you to suck my cock."

I could tell, after watching Brian shoot his load into my mouth, that he
had become almost frenzied.  Without a word, he scooted down between my
thighs, as he'd seen me do with Brian and deftly sucked the full length of
my hard penis into his mouth as though he'd been doing it all his life.  He
just held it there for a few moments, and then began to run his lips over
my shaft.  He even swirled his tongue around over the head of my penis, as
he had felt me doing when I sucked him.

Brian brought his hand over and began caressing Grandpa's firm ass cheeks
and running his fingers through his hairy ass crack.

He continued sucking for several minutes, and I could tell from his rapid
tongue action, he was enjoying it.  Finally, I told him I was about to cum,
and would he take it in his mouth.  He nodded and continued sucking.  My
orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer and I could feel each wonderful volley
of sperm surging up my shaft into my grandpa's mouth.  He took it all, and
I could tell he swallowed it.  I was surprised, but quite pleased, that he
kept my penis in his mouth until it began to wilt.  Brian continued to run
his hands over Grandpa's ass cheeks and the back of his thighs.  I noticed
he even raised his ass a little in a gesture that told me he liked the feel
of Brian's hand.

When he pulled off, he raised his head and smiled at me.  Some of my cum
was dripping down his chin.

"You bad boys are a terrible influence," he said.  "You should know better
than to set a bad example for such an inexperienced young man as I am."

Brian said, "We can set a few more bad examples for you, if you'd like."

Grandpa rolled over on his back, his cock still stiff and rigid.  I took
hold of his large nipples and pinched them.  He groaned and smiled again.
I was now convinced we had Grandpa by the balls, so to speak.  He was ready
for anything.  To try anything.  I went down again between his legs and
sucked his huge balls, one at a time, into my mouth.  His groans told me he
was indeed ready for anything.  I took his cock into my mouth again and
sucked on it vigorously.  I felt his hands on my head as he ran his fingers
through my hair.  Suddenly, he began to buck his hips.

"Suck it hard, boy.  I'm cumming.  You ready?"

I nodded my head.

Just then, the door opened, and my Mom stood in the doorway.  She was
naked.  At that moment, as we all looked up at her, Grandpa shot his load
powerfully against the back of my throat, bucking his hips against my face.
I pulled off and looked at her, cum dribbling out of the corners of my
mouth.

Grandpa, unable to control his heavy breathing, tried to say something.  I
could tell he was deeply mortified to be caught by my mom.

She stood there with a smile curling over her lips.  "I'm sorry.  I should
have knocked."

"No, no.  It's all right," I said.  "We don't have any secrets in this
house."

I looked at Grandpa, and could tell he was staring at her furry snatch and
then at her full, firm tits.  He also looked at the dildo in her hand,
which she always seemed to have with her.

She held it up.  "It looks very much like Harry's, doesn't it?"  She
straddled her legs and pushed it up into her cunt.  "And it fits perfectly,
just like his did.  And I must say yours looks awfully much like your son's
cock, too."

She stepped back into the hall and said, "I'll leave you alone until you're
finished."

After she left, Brian and I told Grandpa everything.  We told him that we
both fucked her, and that it helped her to get rid of her depression over
Dad's death, believing that whichever one of us who fucked her was actually
her husband.

Grandpa remained almost speechless.  "You mean that whoever fucks her, she
thinks he's her husband, my son?"  A rather wild look came over his face.

"That's right.  Knowing that kind of excites you, doesn't it?  I know what
you're thinking.  In this house, anything's possible.  I know you always
thought she was pretty.  She has a lovely bush over her cunt, doesn't she?
And her tits are really something special."  I knew I was bating him, but I
wanted him to know that whatever he might try to do with her was absolutely
okay with me.  I was sure Mom would welcome him in her bed and think of
him, as she did us, as her husband, Harry.

The three of us awoke a little after sunrise with a knock on the door and
Mom's voice.

"Breakfast will be ready soon.  Let me know when you're ready."

"Did you have a good sleep, Grandpa?"

"Yeah, like the dead," he said.  He looked at Brian and me.  We all had our
usual morning hard-ons.  "Did last night really happen?  It was like the
wildest jerk-off fantasy I've ever had.  You guys are . . . .  Wow."

"Did you like what we did, Grandpa?  We do this all the time."

"Of course I liked it."

"Do you think you'd like to suck cock again?"

"Never thought I would.  But sure.  It was really hot.

"Maybe tonight, we can give you some other surprises," I said.  "Have you
ever fucked a woman in the ass?"

"Sure, many times.  Your Grandma took it up the ass and loved it."

"You know, guys get fucked up the ass, too.  And in a way, it's even better
than a woman's ass."

"Really?"

"Sure.  Wait until tonight."


After we took our showers, we walked together downstairs.  Grandpa was
unmistakably still horny as hell.  I could tell.  I patted his bulge.

"You know you don't have to hide that around here.  We all love cocks here
and you can drag it out whenever you feel like it."

Mom was still fixing breakfast.  Brian and I sat in the living room, but
Grandpa went into the kitchen to visit with Mom.  I knew he was hot for
her.  We could hear them talking.

"Good morning, Mary.  About last night . . . ."

"Oh, Marcus, that was all right.  I know all about those things.  Toby and
Brian explained to me about doing that with one another.  I hope I didn't
embarrass you when I came in."

"Oh, no, no.  May I say you have a lovely . . . a lovely . . . ."

"A lovely body?  Thank you."

"Harry was a lucky man."

"One thing he liked was these."

I peered around the corner and could see mom pulling her blouse off her
shoulders and letting her bare tits hang loose.  I could see Grandpa
staring at them.

"I can see why he liked them.  Mary, may I touch them?"

"Of course," she said.

Grandpa touched one of them with his fingers and then lowered his lips upon
her nipple.  Mom put her hand on the back of his head and pushed it firmly
against her tit.

She closed her eyes and said, "Oh, Harry, your tongue.  Flick your tongue
around my nipple as you always do."

He suddenly grasped her around her waist and violently licked and nibbled
on both of her nipples as she moaned with pleasure.  Brian and I were now
standing in the doorway watching.  With one hand, he reached in through the
elastic on her shorts and plunged his hand down to her cunt.  She leaned
against the table, and he pulled her legs up so she could lie flat on it.
Pulling off her shorts altogether, he buried his face into her snatch,
licking up her juices as wildly as he could.

She called out Harry's name again.  "Oh, God," she screamed as she had a
powerful orgasm.  "Don't stop, Harry, don't stop."

He continued to fuck her with his tongue and didn't pull away until she had
had two more orgasms.  He tore at his belt buckle and was quickly able to
push his pants down to his ankles.  She got off the table and knelt before
him.  She took his hairy balls in her hand and licked them.  Then she
slipped his raging cock into her mouth.  She was aware that Brian and I
were watching as she pummeled his hard penis with her tongue and lips.
Within seconds, he shot his load into her mouth.

When it was over, she said, "Your cum, Harry, is as sweet as it always
was."


Later that afternoon, I asked Mom if Grandpa's cock was like Dad's.

"Oh, yes.  I felt as though it was your fathers cock in my mouth.  It was
so good.  I'm glad, too, that he is experiencing the pleasure that you and
Brian can give him.  Had he ever been with other men before?"

"No.  It was his first time.  And he loved it.  I think he's going to be a
cum-slut like the rest of us.  Tonight, Brian and I are going to show him
the joys of getting fucked and fucking a guy's tight asshole.  He said he
was already used to fucking Grandma in the ass, but he'll find out how good
a guys asshole is.  You know, that he always liked you, Mom.  And I got the
impression he'd really like to fuck you.  You know how wild he went for you
in the kitchen this morning."

"Why don't you all come into my room tonight," she said.  "He can have his
wish, as well as learn how to fuck and be fucked by a man.  For a man his
age, his cock is as good as a seventeen year old boy."

"A seventeen year old?" I asked.  "How would you know that?"

She looked away.  "Well, I just know."

I laughed.  "You're even more of slut than I thought you were, Mom.  Come
on.  You can tell me."

"Well, you know that cute little guy who lives down the street and mows the
people's lawn next store.  Bobby Turner's his name.  A few days ago, they
weren't home and he came over here asking for a drink of water.  Well, one
thing led to another, and . . . .  I just looked at him and he reminded me
of your father when he used to fuck me in high school, and your father had
such a luscious cock then."

"Dad fucked you when you were in high school?"

"Yes, of course.  Well, I just couldn't resist Bobby.  As he was drinking,
I rubbed one of my tits across his face, and he responded like any
seventeen year old would, I guess.  He turned and pulled my blouse down
enough for that tit to fall out, and rubbed my crotch a little.  Well,
right there on the sofa, I sucked him a little bit and then he fucked me.
He was so hot."

"You didn't call him Harry, did you?"

"I don't remember."

That evening, Grandpa went out and brought in Hamburgers so Mom wouldn't
have to cook.  We sat naked in the living room eating them while we watched
one of my favorite bisexual DVDs.  Grandpa ate with one hand and stroked
his cock with the other.

"God, you're a horny mother-fucker," I said.  "You've got to save it for
later."

Grandpa gobbled down the rest of his hamburger and stood up, his cock
standing straight out and his ball sack hanging almost halfway down to his
knees.  "Okay, let's get at it," he said.

We all went upstairs and piled into Mom's bed.  Grandpa immediately plunged
his face into her crotch and began licking her wet cunt madly.

Brian had been enamored with Grandpa's ass and spread the old man's ass
cheeks.  He pushed his face between them and began tongue-fucking him.

Mom reached out her hands for me and pulled my head down to hers.  She
kissed me and began slashing her tongue around in my mouth.  We had never
before kissed on the lips, but I loved it.  I soon moved my head down
between her tits and then sucked wildly on her nipples.  She immediately
had an orgasm while Grandpa had his tongue in her cunt.

"God damn," he said.  "Your cunt snaps just like Grandma's did when she
came."  He rose up mounted her as Brian moved back.  Brian and I looked
closely as he slid his raging purple rod into her cunt.  He began pounding
away on her.

Soon I told him to stop because I didn't want him to cum yet.

"Shit, man.  What are you doing?" he hollered.

"You've got some other fucking to do yet, and I don't want you to cum yet."

Mom said, "That's right.  The boys have something else they want to show
you how to do."

I lay on my back, and she pushed a pillow under my hips.  I raised my legs
so my thighs were against my chest.

"Okay, Grandpa, get up her like you did with Mom and fuck me."

"What?" he said.

Brian quickly leaned over and took Grandpa's cock in his mouth.  I said,
"He's getting your cock good and wet so it will slide in good and easy."

When Brian pulled off, Grandpa mounted me.

"Now don't be afraid of it," I said.  "Just push it in.  It won't hurt.
You'll like it."

He pushed gently at first, and then harder.  He gave a little grunt when
his penis head popped in through my sphinter.  It startled him.

"Keep pushing until it's all the way in," I said.  "Now fuck me like you'd
fuck any other hole.  Like you fucked Grandma in the ass."

"Wow," he gasped.  "It's really tight.  A lot tighter than Grandma's.  But
it feels good squeezing against my cock."

He started fucking me really hard, and I saw beads of sweat running off his
forehead.  "Fuck my ass hard," I shouted.  "Jam that mother-fucking prick
into me hard."

He pounded his pelvis harder against my ass than I'd felt before.  Lying
next to me was Mom sucking on Brian's cock and fondling his balls.  She ran
her hands over the light hair that covered his legs.  Soon she pulled off
of Brian's cock and began running her tongue over Brian's furry legs.  That
turned me on so much.  I loved to lick and suck on Brian's shapely legs.  I
wasn't touching my penis, but with the sight of his legs being licked and
the pressure Grandpa's cock was putting on my prostate, I could feel my
orgasm coming close.

Brian could see me begin to tense up and I'm sure he knew I was about to
shoot my load.  He moved close to me and pushed his cock into my mouth.  I
sucked on it really hard and, just as I felt my orgasm hit me and my sperm
shot out all over me, Brian filled my mouth with his cum.  As my orgasm
continued, my asshole clenched at every surge.  Grandpa could obviously
feel the clenching on his dick, and he shot his load into my rectum as he
roared like a lion.

I was a little sorry that I had shot my load because I had wanted to teach
Grandpa how wonderful it was to get fucked.  When he finally pulled out of
my ass, Mom came around and plunged her face into my ass crack where she
madly sucked out as much of Grandpa's cum as she could.

Grandpa, still breathless and sweating, said, "My God, Mary, I used to suck
out my cum out of Grandma's ass when I fucked her."

I realized that Brian hadn't cum yet.  "Grandpa," I said.  "Brian's going
to show you how great it is to get fucked.  Get down here in the same
position I was in."

"You mean he's gonna fuck me?  I never done that before in my life.  I
don't know if I could take that."

"Sure you can, Grandpa."

When he got in position with his legs up, Mom slipped down between his legs
had filled his ass crack with her saliva.

"Oooo.  That feels good, Mary."

"It's going to feel a lot better in a minute," she said.

Brian mounted Grandpa and pushed his gorged cock against his asshole.

Grandpa held up one hand.  "Be careful now.  It's gonna hurt."

Brian kept pushing until his cock was buried into Grandpa's man cunt to the
hilt.  As he slowly began to slide it in and out, a slight smile came over
Grandpa's face.

"Does it feel good, Grandpa?" I asked.

"Oh yeah" he said breathlessly.  "Oh yeah.  It's good.  Push that
mother-fucker in there hard, Brian.  Oh yeah.  Harder.  Oh yeah.  Harder,
God damn it.  Fuck the shit outta me.  That's it.  Faster, Brian.  Faster.
Oh God!"

The sight of this man getting fucked for the first time sent Mom off.  She
pulled my head down to her snatch.  Fuck me with your tongue, Harry.  Oh,
God."

While Brian fucked Grandpa harder and harder, I slopped my lips and tongue
wildly over her hot wet cunt.  She had one, two, three powerful orgasms in
only minutes.  I knew she could see my cock getting hard again, and she
moved her body around so we were in a 69 position.  As she took my cock
into her mouth, her body shuddered again with another orgasm.  Grandpa
continued to keep his eyes glued to Brian's hard cock as it slid in and out
of his asshole.

Brian began grunting louder, and I knew he was about to shoot his load of
cum into Grandpa's ass.  Suddenly Brian threw his head back and rocked it
from side to side as his orgasm swept over him and his sperm filled
Grandpa's belly.  Just as I had done, Grandpa's cock erupted and shot his
sperm all the way to his face.  Also, within seconds, Mom had another
orgasm as I shot my load into her mouth.

When it was all over, we all laid in a crumpled and sweaty heap on the bed,
gasping for air.  Mom slowly raised her head and began licking Grandpa's
cum off his face.  I soon had strength enough to crawl behind Grandpa and
suck Brian's cum out of his asshole.

It wasn't long before we all lay there huddled together and asleep.  It was
one of the most exciting nights of really dirty sex I could remember.  And
to do it all with my Mom and my Grandpa made it really hot.  How I wished
I'd known about my Dad's interest.  If he'd still been alive, the night
would have been over the top, man.


Over the next several nights, we decided to let Grandpa and Mom be alone in
her room, while Brian and I stayed in ours.  This would give Grandpa plenty
of fucking time with Mom without us being there.  After Brian and I gave
each other a good fuck, we laid there with our door open listening to them.
Every now and then, Mom let out a screech, signaling she was having one of
her many orgasms.  I never knew anyone who had as many orgasms as she did
in one night.  We also heard Grandpa grousing and growling like an animal
as he alternated fucking and eating out her cunt.  I'd definitely made up
my mind that Mom was truly a slutty whore.  But I loved her.  What other
guy in the world could have a good dirty fuck with his mother whenever he
wanted it?  And what other guy could fuck another guy's ass while his
mother watched and fucked herself with a fake penis?  I knew I had the best
of all worlds.  All that was missing was my dad.  What I wouldn't have
given for the chance to fuck his ass and suck his cock.


Several afternoons later, when Grandpa and Brian were upstairs sucking each
other off in the shower, Mom and I sat in the living room watching a new
porno DVD I'd purchased.  After I went into the kitchen to get some soda, I
heard the doorbell ring.  Mom answered it.  A man was at the door.  I
listened.

"Mrs. Carter?

"Yes."

"I'm Joseph Turner.  Bobby Turner's father."

"Yes, Won't you come in and have a seat.  Excuse me for a moment."

Mom came rushing into the kitchen.  "Toby.  Do you know who that man is?
He's the father of the boy who mowed the lawn next door and who fucked me
that day.  Remember?"

"Yes."

"What am I going to do, Toby?  He probably knows about what happened.  Oh
dear, the little fucker probably told him.  What am I going to do?"

"Just go on back and find out what he wants.  I'll stay here in the kitchen
if you need me."

"Mr. Turner," she said, "I'm sorry.  I had to see to something in the
kitchen."

"That's quite all right, Mrs. Carter.  We live just down the block, which
makes us neighbors.  I've been meaning to come by and introduce myself.  Is
your husband at home?"

"No, my husband is dead.  I'm a widow."

"Oh, I am sorry.  Bobby told me how kind you were to give him some water
when he was mowing the lawn next door."

"I was glad to do it."

"I didn't expect to meet such a lovely woman as you, even though bobby told
me you were quite pretty."

"Thank you."

"I'm divorced myself, and it gets quite lonely, even though I do see my
ex-wife occasionally.  I was wondering if you might do me the honor of
having dinner with me since you have also been left alone."

"Why, Mr. Turner, it appears you came over her to ask me that, even though
you've never met me before."

"Well, Mrs. Carter, my son told me about you and how much he liked you, and
I just thought that perhaps you and I could get to know each other."

"Your son told you everything about when he and I met?"

"Well . . . yes he did."

"I'm not sure I understand," she said.

I stood close to the kitchen door so I could hear everything.  I knew Mom
did understand and I wondered how she was going to handle it.

Mr. Turner moved over to sit by Mom on the sofa.  "Oh, come now, my dear.
Surely you understand."

"What did Bobby tell you, exactly?"

"I'm sure you know what he told me.  And I assure you I'm not at all upset
about it.  Quite to the contrary.  A good looking young boy like that.  I
can't blame anybody for . . . you know . . . giving in to his charms."

"What do you want, Mr. Turner?"

Turner slid a little closer to Mom and took her hand.  "Oh, my dear, I'm
sure you know what I want.  We could have a very good time together."

"Okay, Mr. Turner.  Your son Bobby told you he'd gotten a pretty good fuck
out of me, and you figure I could do the same for you."

"Well, I wouldn't put it so crudely."

I peeked around the doorframe and noticed that Turner was about in his
mid-thirties, really good looking.  In fact, gorgeously good looking.  At
that moment, I wouldn't have minded giving him a good fuck myself.  I
couldn't figure out why Mom was playing him along.  If I'd been her, I
would have blown his cock on the spot.

"I don't mean to be crude, Mr. Turner.  You want to fuck me, and you're
just having a hard time coming out with it."

"I suppose."

"Let me ask you, did Bobby tell you exactly what we did?  And did he tell
you he enjoyed it?"

"Yes, on both counts."

"You must have quite an open relationship with your son to have him tell
you everything."

"Yes, we do."

"How open?  Do you ever jack off together, do you suck each other's cock,
do you fuck each other?"

I continued looking at them.  Mr. Turner was beginning to sweat.

"Yes, Mrs. Carter.  If you must know, we have a very open relationship.  I
love my boy, and we do all those things."

"I'm delighted to hear that.  Why don't you and Bobby come over later
tonight.  I think we might have a very interesting evening."

"Oh, that would be wonderful."

"I must tell you, though, that I live here with my son and his partner, as
well as my father-in-law.  Don't be alarmed.  They're all most
understanding and thoroughly willing to accommodate anything we wish to do.
Will you come, and bring Bobby with you?"

Mr. Turner took both of her hands in his and kissed her on the cheek.  "Oh,
yes, yes.  Bobby and I would love to come.  About eight?"

"That would be lovely.  See you at eight."

After Turner left, I went in and took Mom in my arms.  I reached down
inside her slacks and pushed my finger into her cunt.  It was hot and wet.

"Well, Mom, you're such a slutty whore.  I ought to take you out on the
street and advertise you for any horny man or boy who wants to get into
your cunt.  Selling your cunt might be very profitable for us."

"Promises, promises," she said.  "Yes, I suppose my snatch could be worth
some money.  And I know some women, too, who'd pay dearly to slip that
beautiful penis of yours up in their cunts."


That evening, Joe Turner and his son Bobby arrived exactly at eight.  They
each wore shorts and a t-shirt.  I hadn't seen Bobby up close before.  He
was positively adorable.  He was seventeen, but he looked more like
thirteen or fourteen.  His physique was stunning, and I was immediately
taken with the soft dusting of light brown hair on his beautiful legs.  If
I'd had no manners at that moment, I would have thrown him down and licked
and tasted his legs with my lips and tongue.  But I knew there would be
time enough as the evening went on.

His father's body was also something of beauty.  Grandpa and Brian knew why
these two guests were coming over and decided they would greet them dressed
only in their jockey shorts.  As they stood up to shake hands with Joe and
Bobby, their hard-ons were clearly visible.

Mom was dressed in only a short garment that looked rather like a fancy
housecoat.  She had nothing on under it, of course.  I wore shorts also
with a shirt that hung open in the front.  When Bobby shook my hand, he
reached in and ran his hand over my pecs and sent shivers through my
nipples.

Mom asked what everyone wanted to drink.  Grandpa wanted Scotch on the
rocks, both Joe and Bobby wanted beer, as did Brian and I.  Mom had a glass
of wine.

Mom said, "Toby brought home the most beautiful movie on DVD.  I think it
would be nice if we started out the evening with it.  It's kind of a
mood-setter, if you know what I mean."

The movie was one of the hottest bisexual shows I'd ever seen.  It involved
teenaged boys and girls doing every filthy thing imaginable with both male
and female adults, presumably their parents.  As the movie progressed, I
slipped out of my shirt, and Mom opened up her garment, revealing her full
tits and very hard nipples.  After several minutes, I slipped out of my
shorts, leaving me completely naked.  Mom dropped her dress off her
shoulders completely, so everyone could see her fingers playing with her
clit.  Joe and Bobby watched as Grandpa and Brian pulled down their jockey
shorts and started stroking their hard penises.

Very quickly, Bobby stripped off his clothes and undressed his father.

As the movie continued, we were now all completely naked.  Mom looked
around and saw five very hard cocks jutting out of our crotches.  She wet
her fingers and continued to stroke her cunt as the rest of us stared at it
and at one another's cocks.  Grandpa finally got up and, crouching down in
front of Mom, he buried his face in her wet cunt.  It was only a minute of
two when she had her first orgasm of the evening.

Brian moved over to Joe and kissed him.  He ran his tongue down over the
hair on Joe's chest and into his thick bush of pubic hair.  He flicked his
tongue around the head of Joe's penis and then brought the entire shaft
into his mouth.  As Brian sucked, he ran his hand over Joe's shapely legs.

While this was happening, Bobby and I were looking at each other like we
were each something cold to drink on a hot day.  The desire in Bobby's eyes
as he looked at me virtually melted me.  I was oblivious to anyone else in
the room.  It was just Bobby and me, wanting, yearning, craving for each
other's body.

As in a trance, I walked to him, lifted him from his chair and carried him
to the soft, furry rug in front of the fireplace.  I laid his dear, sweet
body out flat.  I lay beside him and ran my tongue over the clear skin of
his face.  His eyes, his cheekbones, his cheeks and lips.  Down over his
slender neck and prominent pecs and nipples.

As he moaned softly, I tasted the skin of his stomach, sucked on his thick,
black pubic hair.  I took his hard penis into my mouth briefly and then
lifted his balls and sucked on the thin, soft skin of his scrotum.  Then
his legs.  The most beautiful legs I'd ever seen.  I took hold of one of
them in both hands and ran my tongue over the soft light brown hair that
covered them.  The taste and smell of the skin on his legs intoxicated me.

My reverie with Bobby's legs was suddenly interrupted by a squeal from Mom,
who had just gone through another orgasm with Grandpa.  Bobby sat up and
took hold of my shoulders.  He gently pushed me over onto my back.  He
crouched over me and began to bathe my entire body with his tongue.  His
eyes looked ravenous, as though he couldn't get enough of me.

I could now see Brian lying flat on the floor near me with Joe sucking him
off fast and furiously.  Within minutes, he pulled off and shot an
incredible load of cum all over Brian's face.  It lay in globs on his face,
like thick pudding.  Grandpa moved away quickly from Mom's cunt and licked
off all of Joe's cum from Brian's face.

Joe went over to Mom and pushed her down flat on the sofa.  He resumed
sucking on her cunt where Grandpa left off.  Another orgasm, and then
another shuddered through Mom's body.  Joe then pushed her legs high and
plunged his burning tool into her cunt.

I could hear Joe say, "I've wanted this ever since Bobby told me he'd
fucked you."

Mom took hold of Joe's ass cheeks as another orgasm rattled through her
body.  I could see she was able to get her finger into Joe's asshole.  When
Grandpa had finished licking up all of Joe's cum from Brian's face, he went
over to Joe and began licking his asshole while Joe was still fucking Mom.
That must have set Joe off, because he suddenly shouted, signaling that his
orgasm had come and he'd filled Mom's cunt with another load of cum.  I was
impressed that he could cum twice in such a short time.

Grandpa helped Joe roll off of her and onto the floor.  There Grandpa
rammed his dripping cock into Joe's asshole.  Joe growled.  "Fuck me hard,
old man."

Bobby was still in a frenzy as he continued giving me a thorough body
tongue bath.  Prodigious amounts of clear cum was pouring out of my pee
hole.  Bobby took my cock into his mouth and slashed away at it with his
tongue.  I had never had such an erotic experience in my life as I was
having with this heavenly Adonis.  He brought his face again up to mine and
kissed me.

"I love you so much, Mr. Carter," he whispered.  "I never want to be
separated from your body, the most sexy, beautiful body I've ever tasted.
Fuck me, Mr. Carter.  Please I need your beautiful hard penis inside of me
and to feel the warmth of you cum as it flows into my ass."

Bobby rolled onto his back and lifted his legs.  I looked into his sweet
little boy asshole and saw it clenching in and out, as though it were
crying for me to enter.  I ran my tongue gently over this sweet, pink
pucker and flooded it with my saliva.  I mounted him and looked down into
the most gorgeous blue eyes, full of love and longing.

My hard penis slipped into his asshole easily, and I could feel the rim of
it snapping at my cock as I fucked him.  He reached up and gently pinched
my nipples, driving me even deeper into frenzy.  I began to have that odd
feeling in my gut that always signaled the approach of orgasm.  I wanted to
edge it and delay it.  But I couldn't stop it.  I felt my sperm surging up
my shaft and into this sweet boy's sweet ass.  My orgasm seemed to go on
and on.  Suddenly, Bobby's penis erupted.  I quickly took hold of his cock
and pointed it up to my face.  Stream after stream of his hot sperm
splattered onto my face, in my eyes, nose, and into my mouth.

I collapsed on top of Bobby as we both gasped for air.  Our faces were
covered with sweat, and it tasted good as I licked it off of Bobby's face.
The cum on my face also dripped off a little onto his face.  The mixture of
cum and sweat tasted so erotic.

It was now after eleven o'clock and, although we were all exhausted, we
wanted more.  Mom suggested we all go up to her bed where it would be more
comfortable.  There we sucked and fucked and caressed one another's bodies
until almost dawn.  Mom had gotten fucked six or seven times in all, with
Grandpa fucking her twice.  I was able to cum three times, twice in Bobby's
ass and once in his mouth.  I've never before been able to cum three times
in one night.  Bobby fucked me twice, and fucked Mom once.  I had a hard
time breaking away from Bobby, but I did give Mom one of her dozen or so
orgasms with my tongue after the others had all had a shot at it.  All of
the other guys' cum dripping out of her cunt tasted so good.

We were a tired, sweaty pile of human flesh by morning.  To me, there is
nothing like the smell of a man's skin.  And I got plenty of that wonderful
odor that night, especially with Bobby.


The next day, Brian and I slept til noon.  When I got up to shower and
shave, I passed by Mom's room and found Joe was still there, lying asleep
with his face pressed against Mom's cunt.  She was also asleep.  When I
looked closely, I saw the bottom end of her dildo sticking out of Joe's
ass.  Joe had such a pretty ass, very much like Bobby's.  I hadn't pulled
away from Bobby long enough that night to get into Joes ass with my cock,
or even my tongue.  But I was confident more opportunities would come
along.

All the next day, Brian seemed cool to me.  I finally asked him if there
was something wrong.  He finally told me he was disturbed about the way I
was monopolizing Bobby.

"Do you love him?" he asked.

"I think I do," I said.  I knew immediately I should not have said that.

"I see."  That was all he said as he turned away from me.

I reached out and took Brian in my arms.  "You're the one I love, Brian.
The only one I'll ever love.  I'm sorry if . . . ."

"I saw you," he said.  "I saw how you looked into each other's eyes all
night.  That wasn't just sexual lust.  That was love.  It was obvious."

I did feel a strange feeling of love and yearning tugging at me when Bobby
and I were lying together.  But I was sure it would pass.  Brian was the
love of my life.  And that would never change.

Brian and I spent the afternoon lying naked out back by the pool, sunning
ourselves.  My cell phone rang.

"Toby, this is Bobby.  I can't get the other night out of my mind.  I dream
about you, Toby.  Please.  Would you be free to come over to my house
tonight?  I really need you.  I love you, Toby."

"Well, I . . . ."  I glanced over at Brian.  "I don't know."

"Toby, I still feel your skin on my tongue.  I can still smell and taste
it.  It's driving me nuts.  I crave you, Toby.  I need to have your cum in
my mouth and up my ass.  I need to feel my cock deep into your ass.
Please, Toby.  I love you so much.  I can't stand being away from you.
God, how I love you."

I wanted to tell Bobby everything I felt for him.  But I couldn't.  Not
with Brian sitting there.

"Oh, yeah," I finally said.  "The same here.  I . . . I need to call you
back.  Will you be there for a while?"

"Yes," but hurry, my beautiful man.  I'm dying to have you again."

I turned off my cell and said nothing.

"Who was that," Brian asked.

"Oh, it was just the office calling to tell me I have an early morning
appointment tomorrow."

I felt horrible lying to Brian like that.  I couldn't tell him the truth.
I looked at Brian, my dear beautiful lover, Brian.  His gorgeous tanned
body stretched out excited me, as it always did.

"Brian, I'm sorry.  I didn't tell you the truth.  It was Bobby on the
phone.  He wants to see me.


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